Showing posts with label The Story of the First Kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Story of the First Kid. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Interference



That is all what it came down to. There was something between us and the light. Those who knew more tried to clear this cloud. Inevitably they set up another kind of cloud. I remember the first kid, playing with small insects, giving them food, direction by transporting them long distances, did it really help the insects or just confuse them till death? Sometimes higher intelligences are clueless, how can you love at such a distance, and how can you not interfere when you know best. Ahh, the great wings gave us trouble, as soon as we hit the first wall the came to our aid, we obviously needed it badly, some of us even say that the new star is just the help we needed. This is though beyond our comprehension, there is only a trust within us, this is so powerful that must be good,… interference, clouds our vision.

Monday, 20 September 2010

Move


Openness was not as you expected it to be
everything came in
You asked why
more of everything
so you set up to build a filter
a reactive type
to leave them away
But they also carry the good in them
So your filter was giving you
some good stones
nice minerals but no life
so then you set up to hold yourself in the openness
and wander around being one when you where many
all those of you
wandered like a bad copy
full of glimpses of truth
lost and found
you collected yourself
to finish the story
to move on

Monday, 30 August 2010

Burning Orange


With the first groups we would trow ourselves into the vacuum, into the abyss, looking for answers, we push ourselves foolishly and encountered great mystery and pain. As i found myself one day, waiting for a rock to get me trough the day, The burning orange was scraping my idiocy, the light that got inside me and was scraping my inside from the unnecessary. I was just a thin skin, able to look outside and inside, a bag of empty meat. Outside reality was still happening as we remembered it, inside the orange burning sun was cooking us, getting us ready for the next station.

Saturday, 17 July 2010

The New Shoes


Someone invited me to a meeting hosting by a Healer, he was in town, young and monk-like. There was nothing to loose, it was a dream, there was benevolence in the air, and the only bad thing I could think about this people inviting me was: inoffensive nuters. If it does not work, I will just be polite and leave when they finished the meeting. (or wake up before) I went trough the door and he was there, shinny eyes, dark skin, relaxed shoulders big friendly smile.
-Hello! Welcome.. (and he called me by my name, this was a bit funny, they could have told him I was coming or he somehow knew, I also knew his name, as the person that invited me told me so)
-Hello xxxx!- I replied with confidence-
As he was waving his arm in a welcoming direction he looked at my feet – Oh! you do not have the right kind of shoes for today, you will need (such and such)-
My shoes were pretty close to his description, which was a shame, I though. Instinctively I decided to play the game. I felt they wanted me to go inside but there was this little difficulty or interference- I have a pair of those, so that will be no problem, I will be back in a short period of time!- I did have a pair of those but when I was saying that it did not struck me where did I have them, in the dream did I have a home with stuff in it? I probably needed to wake up. He was quick in the reply, almost ignoring me playing a game. – Oh! no that will not be necessary I have a pair right here that you can use.
We sit at the entrance hall of where the meeting was happening. He magically made appear the shoes, let me help you he said, he touch my left foot in order to take my shoe off and put the one of the right kind for the meeting. He began talking
-Ah! You think is your fault the loneliness you have created around you, do not worry, you need to work with what is given to you. (He struck a chord in me, I was already amazed by the simplicity of the truth he put in front of me)
He paused for a little moment and exalted as if my foot has told him something embarrassing, he laughed- That thing that you do to your body! – I knew what he meant and he made it sound less bad, just silly- what you need is this ones! – and he gave me a bag of lots of little white things- You will be fine with this.
mmm... You think you are a strong drinker and that you can deal with it. That is not forever and you do not have more time of that.
Right after as I was trying to acknowledge the recipe I was given, which felt awfully right although it did not contained any specific instruction- He concluded the meeting with- Come back in 8 moons time and we will take it from there.
I left with my new shoes and headed to the supermarket, but that was a less instructive part of the dream. 8 Dreams moons time...

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Family Reunion


Los Hijos de Sol. We are the sons of the Sun. An arm in flame gave us life. A solar storm as they used to call it. As soon as transportation was available throughout the planet, I did a few trips to visit my family in other lands, where I was born, the place I left in the search of The Lights, I did not know why at that time, I knew there was a search and an urge. The awake and the sleep times have blur somehow, both are more conscious and colorful. What are we doing for rest now? We just look inside ourselves, at our core an stop everything, inner and outer impulses, we watch them until they stop, we regain the clarity and we move to the next task. There is much to prepare, we are getting ready, we are clearing the way, between this work, I often travel to visit my family. Hold hands. It is part of the preparation as we are meeting with our fathers family. The other lights that breakout in the sky sometime ago, are approaching and we are preparing for the gathering.